I think perhaps there is no better place to see
As an old out house when you have to pee.
When you've been outdoors drinking beer,
And you are full clear up to here,
If Your teeth are floating and your eyes full of tears.
You may be saying "Why in hell did I drink all those beers?"
What could be better than to hove into view
That door engraved with the crescent moon?
Inside might be snakes, or a mouse, who needs to learn?
They will just have to wait until it is their turn.
There might be greater joys, I don't know
But all short I'm sure of the rapture and the glow
Of unzipping your pants, whipping it out and letting it flow.
Tim D. Culey -2009-
